Bye Dear Ex-husband, But It's Not Over

Lyra's POV

I wake up to the soft beeping of machines and murmurs from people. "Ouch!" I cried out loudly, as I felt a sharp pain around my belly.

As I struggled to sit upright, I felt unusual, that sent cold chills through my spine and my heart skipped a bit.

Then my blurry gaze instantly got cleared and my mind was suddenly a jumbled mess. "Please relax, you're still healing," a deep voice echoed behind me, that sent signals throughout my entire body and my heartbeat quickened.

"You shouldn't stress yourself too much, you need enough rest," he added.

My confusion got to the peak at this point, and I could feel a swirl of nervous knots in the pit of my stomach. Why the hell does he mean by I'm now healing and I need rest? Still, I couldn't comprehend what he meant. Probably, I'm about to lose it all.

Suddenly, as my hands instinctively moved around my belly, a cold shiver ran down my spine and my heart leaped with fear. "Where's my baby?! How's my belly this flat?!" I yelled and slowly his words started making sense.

Pain, anger and frustration weighed me down. It was as if a bulb went off in my head. I didn't know how I felt at that moment. My throat clogged and my chest tightened due to the pain building up in me. How did this happen? That's the question ringing in my head.

I didn't realise the time tears clouded my eyes when my mind raced. Could they have a hand in this?

"I was pregnant and my stomach is this low. Freaking 6 months old! Where the hell is my baby?" But the doctor was mute.

"Answer the damn question!" I thought I gathered a bit of strength, but I didn't know how a drop of tears poured down again.

"Sorry ma'am," he tried to calm me down.

"We lost it." Then he paused, emotions wrecked his body. I thought doctors are used to things like this. Why does he seem different?

"But we discovered that you took an abortion pills. Was it your mistake?" the doctor explained further, and his words cut through my heart like a knife.

I couldn't control myself anymore, as fresh tears gathered at the corners of my eyes. How dare she? That slut! That homewrecker! Shit! She will not go free for this!

"Where's my husband?" I asked, as I tried to sit upright and a sharp pain went round my body again.

"Your husband? Two gentlemen brought you here yesterday...," I didn't let him complete his statement and I interrupted him.

"Where's my phone?" I asked, and instantly the nurse handed it over to me. At this point, I gathered some strength, as I grabbed the bed with my two hands.

"Your health is at risk here, you need to calm down," he warned.

"I don't give a fuck about that!" I exclaimed as I fiddled with my phone, trying to dial my husband's contact. He must know how evil that bitch is.

For a moment, I thought I was hallucinating or maybe I dialed the wrong contact. But it doesn't seem like it when a penetrating voice rang in my ears. "Is that your ex-wife, baby?" my heart was beating so fast that I was breathless. Ex-wife?

Then the moaning continues, making me tense with shock. "Baby, does it mean your ex-wife wants to listen to my sweet moans and how I beg for you to fuck me harder!" my body went rigid hearing those words and I didn't know when tears streamed down my face.

Since I dialed his contact, I've not been able to utter a word. It's as if I'm suddenly dumb. My mind went on a break and my words got stuck in my throat with just amazement suffocating me.

I can't remember signing any divorce papers, even with his inhuman behaviour towards me. Why the hell is that whore referring to me as his ex-wife?

"Why the hell are you calling me Lyra?" My so-called husband's deep voice rang in my head, making my skin crawl. That voice is one he uses when he's almost at the peak of his orgasm. Could it be true? Or maybe I'm dreaming?

"You're sweet baby, unlike her, I mean my ex-wife, that's what she's to me now?" Another murmur followed, and my heart hammered in my chest.

"What? Caleb...," my voice cracked, my heartbeat quickened and I could feel the pain shot upwards through my body.

There I was calling to inform him about our loss and now this! Will it even bother him? Just maybe they both planned it?

"Hey, sign the darm divorce papers before I get back home! I don't want to see your disgusting face again! A good for nothing log of wood!" He exclaimed, and dropped the call.

I sat down frozen, unable to move my body and my mind felt like it had been kept on fire. I forgot to mention earlier that he went on a business trip three weeks ago. How sure am I that he was actually on this so-called trip?

That package his secretary sent to me, claiming it was from my husband, was the last thing I ate as far as I can remember and she must pay dearly for making me lose my baby. And that mysterious mistress of his, I know they may be working hand in hand.

I was about to get down from the bed with much force and the doctor held me quickly. "Leave me alone, I'm going home now!" My voice was full of emotions and everyone could detect it.

"You will be discharged soon ma'am after the checkups," the doctor tried to stop me.

"I don't give a fuck about any checkup!" I said, and I didn't know how another fresh tear clouded my eyes.

"Alright, let me know your location and I will get you there," he said, as he stared into my eyes. I felt silent by his generous reply and the compassion in his eyes. But I couldn't ponder much on it and I gave him the address.

I sat at the passenger's seat just to be comfortable, but the deathly glances of the doctor on me was making my mind race. But I couldn't ask him why.

Well, when we arrived at The Sawyer's mansion, I said my farewell to him and strolled inside. I didn't know why my blood was boiling this way but if I don't skin that lady alive I won't be okay. Never!

I swung the door open and stomped inside, my strolls full of frustration and pain. "Where the hell do you think you're going?!" At first, the serenity of the hall made me presume no one was home until my mother in law's unfiltered words broke through me like a venom.

I know she has never liked me from day one but this will be the height of it.

"That's your last stop Lyra! I don't want your stinking self here again!" She added, when she got closer.

"What do you mean by that?" My voice was so broken with a swarm of tears in my eyes.

Lyra's POV

"Didn't my son inform you already?"

Then her gaze roamed on me like I'm a piece of trash. "He's getting married to a responsible woman, a woman of calibre and class, a woman of standards."

"And obviously," then she pulled my chin up. "You're not that woman, you're nothing but a pauper and you don't have a place in this house anymore!" her tone carries a finality that's hard for me to come to terms with.

My body began to vibrate and my heart shook at those poisonous words. Is she suddenly blind? Why's she not asking the reason why my belly is low? Or is it what I'm thinking? Was it her plan too? Numerous questions oozed through my mind.

"Come in," was the next words I heard, as to who she was expecting was what I couldn't predict. That shithead is getting married to that whore he's cheating on me with, even when we're not yet properly divorced.

"Where's the lawyer? I thought he was the one to come with it," my mother in law added, making nervous prickles run down my spine. This is not a joke after all.

As I rotated my head to glance at the person she's referring to, the burning sensation in my lung increased and the rage piling up in me exploded instantly. I didn't know how my hand got to her face and I landed the hottest slap on it.

"What the fuck! How dare you lay your filthy hands on my son's secretary!" She yelled at me nonchalantly, without a care in the world about my reasons.

"What the hell did you put in the wine you sent down to me?!" She was quiet, but the guilt on her face was suffocating me.

"Get your freaking stinking hands off her!" My mother in law said, and pushed me away from the bitch.

"What is she talking about?" She asked her.

"I don't know what she's talking about ma'am, I only followed an instruction I was given by my boss," she responded, but her reply conflicted with the guilt she was wearing on her face.

For a moment, I thought I was getting some strength, but I was wrong. Fresh tears gathered in my eyes when I pondered on the fact that I might be attacking an innocent soul. Maybe, she has no hand in it just like she proclaims.

But anyone who did this, should wait for me, because he or she will pay with their life. Who the hell is that homewrecker? I know she knows something about this.

My mother in law took a critical look at me, then her mouth fell open for a while, the surprise on her face was unexplainable. "What...what happened to the pregnancy?" The first time she spoke in a low tone since I arrived there. She doesn't stay with us often, just for visits and I could remember she wasn't here yesterday.

I didn't think she deserves any explanation from me at all. She doesn't! I pulled the documents from the secretary's hand, because I knew that was the divorce papers.

When I caught a glimpse of the document with Caleb's signature already glaring at me, my chest tightened and I blinked at my mother-in -law's face as she fiddled with her phone. I knew she was calling her son.

I parted my lips to speak but my voice betrayed me and the teardrop I was holding suddenly poured down. "Sign it, you deserve better!" It was as if someone spoke those words into my ears.

Out of nowhere, I gathered all the strength in me and scribbled my signature boldly on the documents.

"Oh my goodness! I should have known you're nothing but a whore! You have been cheating on my son all these years."

Wait a minute, is that what Caleb told her? It clearly insinuates that he's aware that I lost my baby.

"That baby was a bastard. What's the point of bleeding because you lost it? It's supposed to be good news," she added.

My hands clenched into a fist as my teary eyes fell on her face. I can't remember telling him about this. How on earth did he know?

"Is that all you have to say after your first grandchild has been allegedly murdered just like that?" My voice cracked and my body vibrated.

"That bastard can't be my grandchild," she replied nonchalantly.

I felt like the ground should open up and swallow me as her words hit me like poison.

"And we have proof, Lyra. Your evil plans have been shattered, go back to the street where you belong!" she added.

"What!" I yelled, as my eyes choked with tears. So they all have a hand in this? How? The remaining tears streamed down my face.

Then I took a few devastating strolls towards her, "You killed my baby intentionally, huh? You all," I blinked my eyes trying so hard not to lose it all.

"Trust me, it's not over yet!" My breath quickened all of a sudden.

"I don't know what you're talking about Lyra. Your bastard child wasn't meant to see this world after all," she said, with a brief laugh.

What a fuck! I tried to utter another word but it was as if there was a lump in my throat.

Suddenly, we heard the sound of the door bell. Well, at that moment, I didn't want to spend another second there any longer.

When I swung the door open, there were three police officers at the door. And the next thing I heard was, "Miss Lyra, you're under arrest! And you must go to the station with us now!"

My eyes opened wide in shock as I couldn't think straight anymore, "what?! For what reasons? I mean...," my throat became dry immediately.

I gasped in disbelief as one of them took out handcuffs. My entire body started trembling and shaking. "I'm innocent of whatever accusations they might have labeled on me, officers!" I yelled loudly, expecting someone to show up but no one did.

"You will prove yourself when we get there," he said, and handcuffed me without blinking an eyelid.

"Mrs Sawyer! Mrs Sawyer!" I shouted, my mother in law's name, or rather my ex-mother in law's name, but all to no avail.

As I was dragged to the gate, I was shocked to the core, when the doctor who offered to bring me home was not gone yet.

"What's her offense? And why is she being treated like a thief?" At that second, my breath was caught up in my throat and my body seemed to shrink.

"She's more than a thief, Sir," one of them replied nonchalantly, making cold shivers run down my spine.

"What the hell do you mean by that!" I asked in a shaky and broken tone.

Meanwhile, my mind mimicked the officer's words when the van took off and tears trickled down my face while my teeth chattered.

It's been almost four freaking years since I was released from prison when I was allegedly accused of murdering my own father. As my mind raced, I didn't know how fresh tears flowed down on my face again.

I was already made aware that if they discover anything fishy about the evidence used against me, I will be kept behind bars for the second time.

I mean, I know no one will ever believe I'm innocent and all the evidence used against me was fake.

Obviously not, because of the circumstances surrounding the demise of my father.

Even the blind could detect how empty and broken I am now, probably that's the reason for this unannounced arrest.

Lyra's POV

I am at the verge of breaking down but I swallowed hard trying to maintain a calm composure. "Why the hell am I kept here against my will for freaking five hours? Without a word from anyone!" my hands clenched into a fist and my knuckles turned white.

"Mr Sawyer, we have the murderer in our custody now. What's the next step, Sir?" My heart suddenly felt like a hammer beating in my chest when those words rang in my ears.

I struggled to grasp for air and my skin prickled with fear.

What? Is that this scumbag's plan? After all the tribulations and pain he has made me go through, now this? He will definitely regret pulling this up with me this time around!

"Get me out of here now!" I yelled and banged the door loudly with much force just to create a scene.

"Better be calm or you will be forced to be!" One of the officers warned.

"Do your worst!" I said, confidently. I pitched my lips together and drew a loud breath as I ran my hand through my long hair.

Why am I shouting at this moment? I don't think I will leave here anymore, obviously not.

A few months ago, when Caleb's irresponsible behaviour got worse, even though he had never regarded our wedding vows. Why will he? When everyone in the whole of London perceived him as the richest and hottest bachelor. Our marriage has always been a secret.

On the day of our wedding anniversary, he never showed up, no texts, no call whatsoever. Yes, that has always been his attitude and I was getting used to it but last year's own seemed different.

Little did I know that was the saddest day of his life.

As usual, he returned the next morning, looking devastated, broken and soaked in alcohol.

But, the words he slurred during this time, made my heart skip rapidly.

"My mother can't go to jail. Never!" Those were some of his words. My mind couldn't shift from those words until it started making sense a few days later.

He made me believe that his mother had no hand in the accusations, and that made me do the unthinkable. And the most pathetic part was that, I never knew it was also a murder case just like the one I was accused of years ago.

Mrs Sawyer is the centre of Caleb's life. I had always known that. He will do everything in the world to make sure she's okay and anything that tampers with her automatically ruins him beyond recognition.

Unexpectedly, I didn't know his love for her was this deep until he stated to me, "I would have gone to jail for my mother if I was a lady," it wasn't just the words, but it's sincerity was everything .

As my eyes remained fixed on him, I replied, at first I thought I was going insane but I really meant my words. "I will fulfil your wish, I mean I will go to jail in place of your mother since it's just an accusation, I will be vindicated soon I guess?" And now, that's what he's trying to use against me.

I should have known that he's nothing but an asshole, not worthy of my love, nor sacrifice. And his mother, I blinked my gaze on the officer, she will take her rightful place here soonest. Trust me!

I grit my teeth and my stomach churn as memories flooded my mind.

I have no doubts that that scumbag will do anything it takes to make his mother escape this.

I was beaten back to reality when confusion and surprise flit through me, making my body tense.

Anger, frustration and pain enveloped me. It was as if the ground should open up and swallow me. And the fueling rage bubbling in me increased.

How dare he show his disgustful face here after all he has caused me?! For a moment, my gaze travelled on his lips, and a sharp pang of longing rushes over me.

Caleb is devilishly handsome, in fact every contour of his face is so perfect.

As I drifted my gaze, my stomach sank when it settled on him and there was no kindness in his eyes. How can a beast be kind whatsoever?

"Lyra!" There's a way he calls my name that sends cold chills down my spine.

My mind is whirling in anger and bitterness as I stood in front of him with the bar in-between us. Frustration tugs me, and I felt like strangling him with my bare hands.

"How dare you, Caleb! You and your family did me dirty! And my baby...," I thought I had gathered enough strength but tears streamed down my face just immediately.

He cleared his throat, the iciness in his eyes pierced through me. No empathy, no remorse and unapologetic.

"Your baby?" Then he broke into a brief laugh. "That bastard? He doesn't deserve to see this world. You shameless whore!"

At that point, the only thing stopping me from landing a dirty slap on this shithead's face is the metallic bar separating us. "What! You had a hand in my miscarriage too? How dare you!" My voice came out like a whisper and my chest tightened.

"Your blood is what you referred to as a bastard, Caleb? Not just that, you're not bothered it's gone, huh? You're a beast!" I wiped my tears with the back of my hand.

I sniffed my nose, and I looked deep into his eyes. "You will leave to regret this, Caleb. You think you have succeeded in putting me behind bars for the crime of your useless mother, huh? You're a daydreamer!" I exclaimed, a tinge of confidence exuded in me instantly as I tried to fight back my tears.

"You're spilling crap, Lyra!" he yelled.

"You have already agreed to take my mother's place as the culprit, you can't go back on those words!"

For a moment, I felt like the universe was against me, for letting this bastard treat me like trash. "What do you have to say for yourself, Lyra? I have all evidence intact and you know I will do everything to make sure my mother is free."

I tried to fight back my tears as I held the metallic bar firmly. My hands clenched into a fist and the burning sensation in my heart intensified.

"We shall see!" He dropped his last words, and strolled out without turning back

A few minutes later, as I was swimming in my thoughts, a loud voice echoed in my ears."Where's the lady you arrested a while ago!"

"Where the hell is she!" The person added, this time around louder.